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The living beings could not help but worship him. Among them were powerhouses at the peak of the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Eighth Tribulation. Nevertheless, compared to James in the sky, they were nothing. James stood in the void, his hands wrapped with countless fiery red Curse Inscriptions. They spread out quickly. Wherever the inscriptions passed, all living beings would kneel on the ground. The living beings dared not even breathe. “It’s the Historial Great Curse,” Yancy widened his eyes and exclaimed. “It’s Franciscus’ Historial Great Curse…”

To him, he is claiming what will forever be his. While the outside is in chaos, as everyone looks for the cursed princess so she can be locked in before the clock strikes ten, the said ‘cursed princess’ is having the best time of her life in Riccardo De Santi’s bed, writhing and moaning under the Supreme Ultima’s naked body. But all good things have an end, and Caralyn’s approaching rage fit will soon prove that. The clock ticks. The curse looms.

Nathan stood back, fists clenched. “What’s happening?” he asked. Leonora didn’t answer immediately. Her brow was furrowed in deep concentration. Pedro stepped closer, tense. “Nora?” She finally pulled her hand back. “There’s a curse. Deep and old. This didn’t come from any illness—it’s from something he did. Or saw.” Nathan looked devastated. “He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s a good man.” “I believe you,” Leonora said gently. “But this… it’s attached to guilt. Pain. He witnessed something. Left it buried. And now it’s crawling back through his blood.”

“Oh relax, Benji. It’s a holographic party charm. And it’s themed.” The “theme,” if one could still call it that after Chelsea got her hands on it, was a chaotic mashup of Encanto, magical creature menagerie, forest fairy tale, and… was that a mini bouncy house shaped like the Blood Moon Pack crest? Tora didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or beg someone to bring her a cupcake and a bottle of apple juice spiked with something strong.

Elena clenched her jaw as she said that, as if it was a taboo subject and should not be disclosed. "What do you mean by that?" asked Mila. She looked intently into Elena's eyes and saw her own reflection. “You may not realize it now, but the creature will overwhelm you and you will be nothing more than a tool controlled by that lowly creature,” growled Elena. “Just like what happened to that mad king. That’s the curse.” 'Kill her, Mila,' Cosmo ordered. 'She has gone mad,' she said urgently. Mila turned her attention for a moment to Cosmo and Elena and Liam followed her gaze, but neither of them could see what Mila was looking at.

She closed her eyes again and looked away " I can't be yours when I know you will never become mine," " and why the hell not?" Thalia's eyes flared with defiance as she turned to look at him " Look at me Carter, I am cursed, a seer with ugly inscriptions all over my body, do you want me to believe that you like me? This ugly, cursed me? If you are going to lie then at least make the lie believable!"

Iris nodded lightly, raising her hand to trace a few intricate patterns in the air while muttering a quiet incantation. Moments later, the envelope glowed faintly with a dark red hue. “This letter is cursed,” Iris said with a frown. “Anyone who touches its contents will fall gravely ill.”

“We are surrounded by death and ruins, Escuro. how can you even think of something like that?” Despite Escuridade’s words, she did not pull away. Instead, she moved closer, her body seeking the warmth of his. Her purple eyes searching his, looking for any hint of hesitation or falsehood, but found only that same fierce intensity that had drawn her to him in the first place. “I do not know. something about you just made me want more,” Escuro said leaning in to kiss her softly. the kiss was brief, a gentle pressure that left her lips tingling and her mind momentarily quiet. “I know this war has been far too long. I wish I could say I see an end in it. Tomorrow Luz is going to the island. He wi

Cassie I skip through the spellbook for the fourth time as I try to find a potion to undo my mistake. I’ve been trying since I found out Eric is an incubus and probably the one that’s been haunting El’s dreams. I don’t know how to tell El, so I’ve been trying to cure her secretly. I have given her three cures in the form of drinks, and while she has drunk all three, she remains under his spell. The love potion he gave her enhanced by whatever he added seems incurable.

With a tentative smile, Jessica asked for a promise that he wouldn't react with anger or violence. This request captured Marco's full attention, stirring unrest in his wolf, yet his human side was inclined to agree. With a nod, he urged her to continue. As Jessica unfolded the tale, Marco absorbed every detail and then rose to pace thoughtfully. After a moment, he faced Jessica, confirming her fears: "Yes, she's cursed, and I'm at a loss on how to aid her banshee nature." He recounted how his father, Ace, had struggled to assist his mother with her banshee traits, which are triggered by her emotions.